Chapter 15

  Brad

  I don’t know what makes my head spin more—her words or her lips on mine. My hands fall to the indent in her waist. Her tits brush against my chest, branding me like a hot iron. The matter of her family’s business is pushed out of my head. There’s only room for one thought at the moment and that is how do I get her shirt off her head without breaking contact with her mouth?

  It’s not possible, I find two seconds later as Mel and I engage in a slight wrestling match to see who can peel off the other’s clothes faster.

  “Fuck. I think I ripped your shirt.” I curse as I hear the soft fabric tear.

  “Who cares? I hate this shirt.” She pushes me back onto the bed, bare legs on either side of my hips, her hot pussy burning through her pale pink panties and my boxer briefs. I could go up in flames any minute. She’s a literal fire hazard. She’s so hot. She frees her tits and they bounce like juicy fruits in front of my face. It’s an irresistible temptation. I dive in, ravaging one breast and then the other.

  She gasps and clutches my head tight to her chest. This is good. This is very good. Tutoring is the best job in the world. Also hacking. I love hacking.

  “What are you saying?” she laughs.

  “I have no idea,” I mumble. I hadn’t realized I was saying anything. I just want to eat her up. I want to taste every little part of her, particularly the hot, wet part between her legs. “Come up here.”

  I pull her up higher until that slip of silk is level with my mouth. I nudge my nose along the crease of her leg and fill my lungs with the sultry musk of her sex. This is it, I think. This is the pinnacle of my existence. Nothing is going to get better than this. I draw aside the wet fabric and drag my tongue across her sex. Her head falls back and a low, come-inducing moan slips from her mouth.

  “Oh my God.” She shudders.

  “Yeah?” There isn’t anything like having the girl of your dreams treat you like a deity, but she’s the real otherworldly being here. Her pussy is slick and pink. She tastes like a decadent dessert--the kind you can only get at the restaurants with tablecloths and real silverware. I’ve never eaten in one of those places. Never felt like I belonged there, but there’s no awkwardness here.

  I dive in, licking my way around the edges, tonguing her folds aside, sucking on the tiny hooded clit. She moans again when I slide a finger inside of her. She’s hotter here, a veritable inferno. If this is how I die, it’s such a fucking boss way to go. Her tight walls clench around my finger and my mind goes blank as the thought of my dick inside of this hot, narrow channel is enough to send me to the cliff.

  “I gotta have you on my dick,” I tell her. It’s half an order, half a plea.

  “Yes, God, yes.” She scoots down. We pull off my underwear. I have hers halfway off her hips when she gasps.

  I stop immediately. “What? What’s wrong?”

  “Your-your…” She points to my cock, standing up straight and ready. It throbs and jerks at her attention.

  “Yeah?” I reach down and grasp it, pinching the base to stave off the orgasm that wants to shoot through me and paint her tits white with my cum.

  “It’s not going to fit.” She starts to swing off the bed. “No way.”

  “Babe,” I plead, catching her and pulling her back into place where she’s straddling me and her juicy pussy is wetting my abs. “It’ll fit. I promise.”

  “How? You have some special trig formula that you haven’t taught me?” She sounds incredulous. “I don’t even wear the big tampons. I’m small.”

  A groan escapes me. “Don’t I know it.”

  She narrows her eyes. “Have you done this before?”

  “No.”

  “Then how do you know it’s going to work?”

  “Because it’s worked for a million people before us. You and I are proof that no one has died as a result of sex.” I cup her sex and finger her gently. “You like this, right?”

  She catches her lower lip between two teeth and nods. I gently push another finger inside and fuck her slowly. “How’s that?”

  She takes a shaky breath. “Nice.”

  Nice is not how I’d describe the hot suction against my hand. It’s more like...fuck, I don’t know. There aren’t words to describe it. “It’s gonna feel even better when my dick is here instead of my fingers. I’m gonna fill this pussy up and it’s going to be good. Real good.”

  Her breaths are coming in short pants now.

  “Scoot your sweet ass a little lower and slide that pussy of yours on my dick.”

  She places her hands on my chest and pushes herself down until her slick cunt hovers over the aching head of my steel hard cock. I bite my tongue and hold my breath as she eases onto my shaft. With one hand gripped hard around the base of my cock and the other on her hip, I watch as she takes me into her body.

  A sharp hiss snakes through her teeth as the tip penetrates that tight warmth.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  She nods and smiles, the corners of her lips a bit trembly.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “A little? It’s not so much pain as I’m”—she sinks down an inch more--”stretched.”

  I choke. “That’s one way to put it.”

  “Does it hurt for you?”

  What a fucking sweetheart. “No, babe. It’s all good. It’s all so good.”

  “You’re shaking though.” She strokes a hand down my biceps.

  I hadn’t even realized. “It’s because this is better than I ever imagined it to be.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” I pull her down so I can kiss her because there aren’t words in my vocabulary to express my intense desire, the way just looking at her makes me full. I show her with my tongue and lips and mouth and teeth that she’s everything to me—that if I only had one meal left to eat, I’d want it to be her, that if I only had one hour left in my life, I’d need it to be with her. I kiss her with everything I have in me and she slides home.

  I start to move, slow at first, but she matches my rhythm, swiveling her hips and bearing down. My balls draw up tight and even the soles of my feet feel sensitive to the tight air in the room.

  She fucks me and I fuck her until I’m not just shaking but sweat beads on my chest and my breath can only come in heavy gasps. I shaft her hard and fast.

  “Come for me, babe,” I beg. My orgasm is knocking like a fist on a fragile glass door. Any minute, my cum is going to rocket out of my cock and fill her narrow pussy.

  “I am. I am,” she cries and I feel it—her juice coats my dick. I let go, shooting my massive load inside of her hot cunt. The release goes on, like an endless wave. Her cries mix with my shouts and her juice and my cum until we’re one being, fused by our love.

  Chapter 16

  Melody

  I lay on top of Brad knowing my mind should be a million other places right now with the information he found. I would say it’s almost like winning the lottery. If someone asked me, ‘What’s the first thing you’re going to do?’ I would say, make love to Brad, because that’s what I’ve been wanting to do since the moment he kissed me outside of my house.

  “You okay?” His fingers trail up and down my back, comforting me. Okay is not the word that I would use to describe how I’m feeling right now. Between all of the information we discovered and making love to one another, it’s the first time in a long time that I don’t feel weighed down. I can finally see a way out from under my father’s grasp. With that knowledge and all of the pleasure that Brad gave me, I’m on overload. It's nice to feel wanted, something I haven’t felt since my grandparents passed away. Sure, my mom loves me in her own way but she’s limited in what she can give me emotionally. My mind races with so many thoughts as Brad continues to soothe me.

  “I feel free,” I admit. I sit up on top of him, not caring that I’m naked. I’ve never shied away from nudity; it is the natural human body form. I always felt that women were beautiful but staring down at a man between my thighs I am starting to realize that men can also be beautiful.

  “I know my mind is all over the place. I can’t imagine where yours is.”

  “I don’t know why they did it.” I run my hand up Brad’s chest, enjoying the feel of his chest hair on my fingers. I’ll be able to sketch better the next time I draw him. Hell, this time I’ll be able to sketch all of him in detail. From his handsome face to his defined muscles and let’s not forget his… My thoughts are interrupted by Brad.

  “Tell me about them,” he asks. So I do. I don’t know how long I go on for but as I talk, the memories come flooding back, one after the other. I’ve never had the opportunity to share details about them before because no one cared to ask. It feels good to give them a bit of life by sharing things about them.

  “I miss them.” I can feel my cheeks are wet. Brad sits up, kissing them.

  “Your father was the black sheep, Mel. You were the star. A little bit different but in a good way. You sound a lot like your grandma and I’d bet everything that after the way you’ve talked about how your grandfather treated her that he never thought he would have gotten anywhere without her.”

  “She wasn’t supposed to be involved in the company.” Not that I can recall from what she’d told me. She would give advice here and there to my grandpa, but that was it.

  “No, but she was the star. The shining light that lit the path for your grandfather to travel down the road to success. It’s what you are Mel. You may not welcome it, but when you walk into a room, people take notice. There’s no denying you.”

  I sniff. “That’s one of the sweetest things that anyone has ever said to me.”

  “Then the world’s been missing out. I promise you that I was drawn to you from the second I laid eyes on you. You’ve had my attention even when I was being a dick.” He looks a little bit sheepish. He was a dick that first day, but in all fairness, I hadn’t been much better.

  “What now?”

  “You get a lawyer. The best.”

  “Should I talk to my aunts and uncles?” God it’s been so long but I’m hoping their hate for my father will drive them to help me.

  “Not yet. You really don’t know where they are with all of this. I know you want to trust them but it’s best to get a lawyer as the middleman. I’ll call Carter. I’m sure he’ll have the meanest asshole lawyer in town. We’re going to need someone pretty ruthless to deal with your father.”

  “Thank you.” I kiss him again. This time it’s hard and deep. I don’t think he understands how much he’s about to change my life. He’s like a knight in shining armor to me.

  We fall back onto the bed, making love once again. My body tingles with how gentle he can be with me. The light streams in from the window as my fingers skate along the small scars that litter his body.

  “What’s happening here?”

  “We’re falling in love.” I smile into his chest. I'm probably already there but he’s avoiding my question.

  “I underground fight for extra cash.” I sit up again, looking down at him.

  “That’s dangerous!” I try and sound scolding.

  “Your death glare does nothing, baby, when you look like a naked mermaid in my bed.” He pulls me back down onto him. “I don’t do a lot of legal things.”

  “But you could,” I remind him. He’s so talented. Heck I’m already offering him a job. I bet he could work for the government or something.

  “Too young and I have a sister and mom to take care of.”

  “You’re wrong. I looked it up.” I pop up from the bed again. Well, I try but he pulls me back down to the bed with him. “I was going to show you.” I Googled the world of hacking today when I was playing on my phone. There are people younger than him working for some of the biggest companies in the world. I reach for my phone again to show him but he grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it.

  “Let’s take care of one thing at a time, babe. We have plenty of time to decide our own paths once we get this all settled.” I sigh and cuddle back into him, knowing that he’ll need more convincing and that I plan on being the light that guides his way. His fingers begin to stroke down my back again. “We need to be careful because we don’t know what your father is capable of.” His words send a shiver through my body and this time it’s not a good feeling.

  “But I promise. I’m going to keep an eye on everything he does. He won’t get his dirty hands on what belongs to you.” I settle more into Brad’s side, knowing that he won’t let anything happen to me. He might do some illegal things but at the end of the day he is a good man and to me that’s all that matters.

  Chapter 17

  Brad

  “I’m not going to fight that guy,” I tell Loren, the fight promoter who is busy taking down a bet.

  “Then you forfeit the entry fee.”

  Loren’s got a sweet gig here. He gets money from the fighters and from the people who bet on us. Loren’s seat is where I need to be sitting instead of on the so-called ring which is just a chalked-out area at the end of a warehouse storing the finished washing machines my mom puts together.

  “It’s not going to be entertaining. The guy doesn’t know how to fight. I leveled him with one punch the other day.” I have no idea why Mark showed up. Yeah, he played football but that doesn’t mean shit in a fight. Plus, the season has been over for two months so he’s out of shape.

  “Yeah, I know. I promised he could hit you five times before you punched him out.” Loren waves me aside so he can take the next bettor.

  “Are you serious? I’m not going to let some asshole punch me in the face five times just so that you can entertain the crowd.”

  “I’m completely serious— He breaks away to address a customer who hands him five crisp one hundred dollar bills, marks down the bet, and then turns back. ”Dude paid me a grand to hit you. I’d be dumb to turn that down. I will, however, split that with you if you get into the ring. How’s that?”

  My choices are limited. I either lose my hundred dollar entry fee or I allow myself to get beaten by a blowhard from school whose feelings are hurt because I knocked him out.

  “It’s not like you have to let him hit you in the face,” Loren says. “Feel free to duck those if you need to look pretty for your girl over there.”

  He nods his head toward Melody, who I installed at the top of a stack of freight boxes waiting to be shipped. It’s high enough that she can see everything but also be out of the way. She insisted on coming because she didn’t believe me when I said it wasn’t dangerous. I figured I’d come in, have a decent match where I’d dodge a few blows before downing my opponent and then I’d take her out to the car and fuck her in the backseat with all my pent-up adrenaline. If I take Loren’s deal, she’s not going to believe that and then we’re back to me doing legal things. For some reason, she thinks I should take over her family company. I’m smart but I don’t think I’m that smart. If I was as smart as she thinks I am, I would’ve anticipated something shady would go down right when she was here to witness it.

  “How about next time I let your paid stooge beat the shit out of me, but this time I fight someone else?”

  “How about you either tape up your hands and prepare for a few punches to the gut or you leave?”

  I barely refrain from punching Loren out and stalk over to the freight stack to Mel.

  “You look mad or is that your game face?”

  “I’m mad,” I admit. I grab the tape out of my bag and start wrapping my hands. “Look, maybe you should take off.”

  “Why?”

  “You see anyone here you recognize?”

  “Um, no. I don’t recognize—wait, is that Mark? What’s he doing here?”

  “I guess he wants to beat me up.”

  She squints and then peers down at me. “Didn’t you knock him out at school?”

  “Yup.”

  She crosses her arms and settles back against the pallets. “Oh then this will be a cake walk for you.”

  “Should be, but he paid the head guy a hundred a punch.”

  “What does that mean?”

  I tear the tape with my teeth and toss the roll into the bag before answering. “It means that unless I let old Mark hit me five times for free, I lose the fee I paid to enter tonight.”

  “That’s so wrong,” she exclaims.

  It makes me feel a little better. I tap my cheek. “Better give my face one last kiss. It might be too swollen later.”

  “You’re going through with this?”

  “Yeah. I’ve been through worse for less money. If it bothers you, though, I’m not going to be hurt if you wait in the car.”

  Mel wrinkles her nose. “I can’t believe you think I’m not going to watch this whole ridiculous mess. After it’s over, I’m going over to—what’s his name?”

  “Loren,” I supply helpfully.

  “Yeah, I’m going over to Loren and give him a piece of my mind.”

  I pat her leg. “You do that and make sure you put a lot of money on me. If I have to let Mark pummel me, I’m going to make him regret it.”

  She grabs my shoulder before I head for the fight. “Will you give some thought to fighting a different way after tonight? I promise there are as awful and dirty people as Mark in my dad’s world.”

  “I’m a hacker, Mel. What do I know about a business?”

  “I only own a sixth of the company. My family will teach you what you need to know. I just want my dad out of there. I know you could take him down.”

  Her eyes plead with me. I sigh silently. When she looks like that I couldn’t turn down any request even if it was to murder the next person that walked by. “Yeah. After tonight I’ll help you even if it means putting on a suit and walking into an office building.”

  She throws her head back and laughs. “You look like it’s going to be worse than eating a bucket of worms.”

 

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